Fang La was well aware of his girl's martial arts skills. If she could dispatch those beggars with three punches and two kicks, she would definitely not be so angry. Could it be that she was a disciple of the Beggar Clan?
"You beat up those beggars?"
Fang Baihua said, "That's natural. Although they are just a few beggars, they still have some martial arts skills. It took a lot of effort from this girl!"
Fang La immediately slapped his thigh and pointed at his girl, speechless for a long time.
"You... oh, I knew I shouldn't have let you learn martial arts in the first place, how could you just fight with others? This... How can this still look like a girl's home?"
Fang La had a headache and was pacing back and forth. ?.?????.???
Fang Baihua was a little unhappy when she heard this.
"Brother, why don't I look like a girl? Can't women learn martial arts? Even among the dignified King Yan's subordinates, there were two female generals who went into battle to kill the enemy. Fortunately, you are also a sensible person, how can you do this? So pedantic?"
Hearing Fang Baihua mention King Yan, Dao Baifeng couldn't help but glance at Murong Fu, with a hint of smile in his beautiful eyes.
Murong Fu didn't express anything, just like a spectator.
Although he has now proclaimed himself emperor in northern Yan, the people of the Song Dynasty still retained the title King of Yan in mind of his past kindness. After all, they were under the feet of the emperor of the Song Dynasty, and it was inconvenient to call the emperor of Yan his majesty.
Fang La was choked by his sister's words, and after a while he said, "Brother, I know that you admire King Yan, but do you know that the beggar you taught is probably a disciple of the Beggar Clan, so what is the relationship between King Yan and the Beggar Clan?" ?”
"You Tanzhi, the leader of the Beggar Clan, is a disciple of King Yan. If you teach the people of the Beggar Clan, won't you bring great disaster to our Fang family?"
Fang Baihua didn't take it seriously when she heard this, but was surprised and said, "Then I can see the leader of the Beggar Clan and ask him to introduce him to King Yan?"
Fang La was almost frightened to death by her arrogance, thinking that with his family fortune, how could he dare to provoke such a person? He quickly glared at his sister and told her to stop talking nonsense.
"To return the favor to the leader of the Beggar Clan, an elder from the Beggar Clan is here. You and I, brothers and sisters, have to admit defeat today. Do you really think that you will be invincible after learning some martial arts?"
Fang La immediately scolded him angrily.
It's just that this is his sister after all, and her parents have died long ago. They have a deep relationship, so he really can't bear to punish her.
Fang Baihua saw that her eldest brother was facing a formidable enemy, but she said scornfully that she was not afraid even if the leader of the Beggar Clan came.
"you……"
Fang La was angry again, and when he was about to say something harsh, a servant from the mansion suddenly ran in, and said in a panic, "Master, there are a group of stinky beggars coming outside. They said... they want to settle accounts with the young lady, so hurry in and break in." Got it!"
"What?"
Fang La's expression suddenly changed.
Fang Baihua snorted, put her hands on her hips and said, "Okay! They really dare to come. This time, I have to tell them to come and never come back!"
After that, he took three steps at a time and ran out quickly.
"Baihua, you are so presumptuous!"
Fang La didn't have time to grab his sister and saw that she had already run out.
"Brother Wang, you two wait here for a moment. Fang will come back as soon as he goes!"
Fang La hugged Murong Fu and the two, and then hurriedly chased them out.
Murong Fu and Dao Baifeng looked at each other, and the latter smiled sweetly and said, "I never expected that the Fang family would have such a unique young lady."
"Let's go out and have a look together!"
Murong Fu laughed in response, but in fact he was already dissatisfied with this beggar gang.
Looking at the situation of little girl Fang, it was obvious that a disciple of the Beggar Clan made her so angry because of the obscene remarks. Could this frivolous behavior be an upright act?
However, the composition of the beggar gang is complex. Even if there are a few shameless people, it would not be surprising, but it still needs to be rectified.
When Murong Fu and Dao Baifeng arrived outside Fang's mansion, Fang Xiaomei had already started fighting with the Beggar Clan.
Murong Fu glanced at the people coming from the Beggar Clan. There were about twenty people. What surprised him was that there was an acquaintance among them, and his status in the Beggar Clan was not low.
However, after seeing the six cloth bags on his body, Murong Fu couldn't help but think deeply.
Fang La glanced at Murong Fu and the two men who appeared behind him, but ignored them. He just looked anxiously at Fang Xiaomei, who was fighting with two Beggar Clan disciples.
Among the Beggar Clan crowd, there were three Beggar Clan disciples who were dressed in filthy clothes, but their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen, and they could not hide their miserable looks. They were carrying three cloth bags on their bodies. The two people who were fighting with Fang Xiaomei at this moment were carrying four cloth bags. , a being with a higher status and martial arts.
Dao Baifeng said to Murong Fu, "Is this little sister Fang's martial arts inherited from her master?"
Murong Fu said, "The moves are very strange, not like the martial arts of the Central Plains."
At this time, Fang Baihua and the two four-bag disciples of the Beggar Clan had dismantled more than twenty moves. The two Beggar Clan disciples only relied on a bamboo stick in their hands and the tacit understanding of the two of them to fight with the bare-handed Fang Baihua. Come down, if you fight alone, I'm afraid you will be defeated long ago.
Although Fang Baihua's martial arts moves seemed strange and unpredictable, her movements were wide open and closed, and she didn't look like someone who often fought against people in the world.
The two Beggar Clan disciples held bamboo sticks and swept at Fang Baihua's lower body at an extremely sharp and tricky angle. Fang Baihua jumped forward with an elegant posture, like a flying swallow fighting back, and kicked the two of them away. He fell to the ground and spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm.
"Girl, you are so handsome. Let me meet you!"
Among the crowd of Beggar Clan, a Wubao elder walked out. He did not hold a bamboo stick, but wanted to ask Fang Baihua for some advice with his bare hands.
Fang Baihua defeated two more disciples from the Beggar Clan's Four Bags. When she was at her most energetic, she immediately smiled proudly and raised her palms to attack.
Her palm technique was extremely fast, piercing the wind like a thorn, and was different from the palm techniques of various sects in the Central Plains. She immediately caught the elder of the Beggar Clan off guard and barely escaped.
Fortunately, the elder of the Beggar Clan also practiced his hand skills. He attacked fiercely with the long fist of his right hand. The two fists and palms struck each other, which was very powerful. In the blink of an eye, they practiced six or seven moves.
"I didn't notice just now that this little girl Fang is practicing palm skills."
Dao Baifeng couldn't help but said in surprise.
Murong Fu, on the other hand, just smiled faintly and said through a message, "It's not the palm skills, it's the spear skills!"
marksmanship?
When Dao Baifeng went to see Fang Xiaomei's attack, she saw that no matter whether she was moving her palms straight in or out, or her changing body shape, she really looked like she was using a gun, fighting against the two four-bag elders of the Beggar Clan just now. , another set of martial arts.
Murong Fu looked at Fang Baihua's heroic appearance and admired it very much. Although this little girl Fang was only seventeen or eighteen years old, she had practiced martial arts very solidly, and she was a rare good talent.
"It's a pity that he is a little older, otherwise he would be a good match for Fei'er!"
Murong Fu seemed to have thought of something, and couldn't help but secretly said it was a pity.
